As the Olympics competitions head into the main stretch, the remarkable performance of Michael Phelps in the "cube" at Beijing, continues to captivate the world.
Yesterday, for instance, there were two stunning 1st-prize wins!
Despite a moment of crisis when water seeped into his goggles and flooded his unprotected eyes with chlorine - Phelps struck pay dirt with his signature stroke - the Butterfly.
Then - there was no holding him back an hour later - when he swam on to glory in tandem with his hyped-up swim mates in the U.S. 800 freestyle event.
Now - the aw-shucks down-to-earth stud - stands alone.
Yup, the winningest Olympic athlete ever.
And, don't forget about those five world records over the course of five events at Beijing, either.
The lad is a human dynamo, poetry in motion, and a golden boy unsurpassed - all rolled into one tidy muscled bod - comprised of flesh, muscle, and bone.
Which raises my concern.
In all the photos that have flooded across a myriad of multi-media screens - it appears that while Michael is mighty ripped - his stellar body appears to be very lean on actual "fat".
I understand that the extra body weight might slice a second or two off of his record.
In view of that - I say - okey-dokey.
Go get 'em, boy!
But, I trust that when the Olympics call it a wrap - and the world-class swimmer packs up all his gold trinkets - that he'll dash out and gobble down a juicy hamburger or thick protein-filled steak.
After all - all muscle and no beef - does not a healthy young man make.
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